Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Saturdays are gone

SATURDAYS ARE GONE (E A D G B E)

It doesn’t matter which way you’re going. I could explain it but it wouldn’t make sense.

It doesn’t matter which way you’re going. I could explain it but it wouldn’t make sense.

 

I wished every day could be Saturday. But pretty soon all the Saturdays were gone.

I wished every day could be Saturday. But pretty soon all the Saturdays were gone.

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